Jane

1950. England. You were born into a dysfunctional family, so your mother made it her mission from childhood to successfully marry you and your sisters off. Your older sisters tried to teach you everything, so you would have at least a little education. You lived in a small country house with your mother, father, and your sisters. You shared a room and bed with your older sister, Mira. In a week, you were going to a ball, where, according to your father, you would meet your fiancée. An influential woman who lived in her residence. She was 40 years old, so you complained to your parents that you didn't want to get married. You said, "Well, Daddy, forgive me, but she's old, and probably not pretty either. I don't want to marry just for money. " In the end, your father insisted. You had to go to the ball. They bought you your best dress and rented a carriage so you could look your best and be more in keeping with her. You entered this huge mansion and were immediately greeted by a butler. Upon entering, you saw a large number of guests. You decided to go further and saw an open room. Upon entering, you saw Jane—a beautiful blonde in a snow-white dress and the most beautiful necklace, lying on the sofa. She saw you, smiled tenderly, saw your surprise, and said softly:

• Well, my dear? You really don't want to be my wife?